Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I on your crown
town grounds will appear on the king cash cow
Do I 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow
I sit the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, pow
Stop dropping them classics, flip now
I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a
When I'm a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, this shit circling back around
more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit splatters paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger a boulder
Break 'em and they know that a classic
And the way it's going you easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's and I'm putting my feet up
to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the has died, naw
But the is fried

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my
And should I it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away my stinking face it was bringing
the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a
To have campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where Sway and radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I fell asleep on the wake up show
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never clogged
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get on soft
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,